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The Lost Saiyan	By : Akira Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2587 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Vegeta examined himself in the full-length mirror on the wall. She found THIS sexy? He ran his rough fingers through his jet black hair. His dark jeans hugged his hips and thighs tighter than he had hoped. The black button up hung from his broad shoulders, tapering in at the waist. He had paired the outfit with black boots. He adjusted the collar of his shirt, proud of his shoe selection. He sighed and left the room.

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Giana touched her lips with her gloss covered finger. She fluffed her curly hair and straightened her dark emerald green dress.

"Ready?"

Piccolo leaned against the doorframe.
"I sure am!"

She smiled at him from the mirror.

"Thanks for being my date tonight, Piccolo! You'll be the most handsome man out there!"

She winked before spinning around to him.
"Only because you will be on my arm."

He joked.
She laughed.

"I look good, huh?"

The skirt of her dress rose as she gave him a twirl.
"As usual."

He said playfully, offering her his arm.

She took it and he led her out of the room and down the hall. She took Piccolo's hand as they exited the house and stepped on to the back patio through the new glass doors.

"Are we dancing already?"
"Yeah!"

She smiled back at him, dragging him to the dance floor.
"Don't you want a drink?"

He tried hard to get off of the floor.
"Sure! The strongest one they have, please?"

She smiled at her date. Tien spun around as she tapped his shoulder.

"Let's go, doll!"
"Sorry, buddy."

Piccolo patted him on the shoulder.

"I'm getting drinks."

He winked.
Giana pulled Tien to the dance floor. He was still a bit shocked as she began wiggling in front of him.

"Where do you get all of this energy?"

He laughed, trying to keep up with her.
"I'm a Saiyan."

She said, proudly.

"My energy doesn't fade the way others do."
Vegeta leaned against the bar as he watched her. Her skin sparked as the lights flashed around her. Her curly hair bounced as she moved. The loud bass thumped in his ears and chest. Or was that his heart? He watched her dress float up as Tien spun her around. He licked his lips. Her muscular thighs peeked out from under the flowing green material. Piccolo wrapped his arm around her waist before handing her, her drink. She leaned in to his embrace, still moving her hips to the rhythm. She chugged her drink. Tien took the glass before making his way off of the dance floor. Vegeta took a large gulp of his own drink.

"She looks amazing!"

Goku smiled at him, leaning against the bar next to him.
Vegeta shrugged.

"I guess."
"If you don't go dance with her, I will and you'll miss out."

The Saiyan Z fighter taunted his friend.
Vegeta raised an eyebrow at him.

"We will see about that."

There was a short silence between the two as they watched her and Piccolo. Piccolo had looked so uncomfortable at the last party. He was different now. She had that effect on people. He held his date close as she moved. Bulma slid in behind him, bumping him with her backside. Giana wrapped her arms around Piccolo and pulled Bulma closer. Both women laughed at Piccolo's confusion.

"Piccolo sandwich!"

Bulma shouted.

Vegeta felt a familiar fire in the pit of his stomach. Jealousy? He wanted her arms around him, not the Namekian. He tossed back the last of his drink. Would he give in?

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"Just try!"

Krillin urged his friend on to the dance floor.
"I hate dancing!"

Yamcha pushed back.
"Go dance next to her! If she wants you to join them, she will grab a hold of you! It not, just have fun with it! There are plenty of beautiful, single, women out there that would love to dance with a world saving, Z fighter! Go!"

Krillin smiled at him before disappearing into the crowd.
Yamcha chased after him. His hands shook and his body trembled. What if she did let him dance with her? What would he say to her? Should he say anything?

"Yamcha! You made it!"

Bulma stepped in front of him.
"Yeah."

He sipped his drink.
"Come dance!"

She grabbed a fist full of his shirt and drug him to the middle of the floor.
His dark eyes caught Giana's green ones as Bulma tugged him along. To his surprise, she smiled a soft smile at him before losing herself in the beat again. His heart pounded as Piccolo's fingers held her waist. She leaned against the Namekian. Her hips moved with his. Bulma pulled him a little closer as she began to dance.

"I bet you could steal her away if you tried."

She muttered against his ear.
Yamcha shivered as Giana's soft scent hit his nose. He could feel her at his back even though she wasn't touching him at all. He could feel her eyes on him. Tien pushed past him and to the Saiyan.

"Here's your drink, A!"
"Thanks!"

The joy in her voice tore through Yamcha. She quickly finished off that glass. Tien took her glass from her.
"Slow down."

Piccolo laughed against her ear.

"You'll be drunk before the second song if you aren't careful."
"Fuck it!"

She smiled.

"It's a celebration right?"
The Namekian shrugged before shooting back his own drink.

"I'll go get us another drink. Don't leave this spot!"

He instructed.
"I'll go with you!"

Her head swam a bit as the lights spun around them. She took Piccolo's hand. He pulled her from the dance floor and to the bar.

She smiled at Vegeta and Goku as she leaned against the wooden table top, steadying herself.
"I'll be right back!"

Piccolo winked.
"Are you drunk already?"

Goku laughed, leaning his elbow against the bar next to her.
"Me?"

She laughed.

"No!"
Vegeta squinted at her as she laughed at Goku's lame joke. He took the drink the bartender handed him and shot it back. Giana's green eyes caught his black ones. She smiled. She looked toward the dance floor and back at Vegeta over Goku's shoulder. He shook his head. She raised an eyebrow at him and nodded. He shook his head again.

"No."

He mouthed.
"Yes."

She nodded, mouthing back.

"I'll be back, Piccolo! Keep Goku company!"

She yelled over her shoulder. She stepped around Goku and slowly walked toward Vegeta. He cleared his throat as he looked around the patio.

"Come on."
"No."

He shot back quickly.
"Come on, Vegeta."

She pouted.

"Please?"

He rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Please? I love dancing with you! I always have!"

Her gentle hand touched his arm. It slid from his bicep to his hand. His fingers curled into hers, surprising not only her, but himself. She pulled him away from the bar. Her bottom lip stuck out as she gave him her best "sad face." He sighed, reached back for the double shot of burbon the bartender had left on the bar for him, shot it back, and slammed the empty shot glass back down.

"There isn't enough alcohol in the universe that would make me enjoy this."

He growled before letting her lead him to the dance floor. Electricity pulsed through him as she pulled his arms around her. Her back pressed against his chest. She quickly caught the beat. Her body moved to the rhythm. She quickly lost herself in the music. His nose brushed against her ear. Her soft curls tickled the side of his face and neck. The music slowed.
Giana stepped away from her dance partner. She turned to him and smiled.

"I won't make you dance with me to this."
Vegeta reached out, taking her hands He pulled her close. He brought her small hands up and rested them on his shoulders.

"You don't get out of this that easy."

His strong fingers wrapped around her hips. She stepped closer to him. Her forehead rested against his chest. The heat of his skin through his shirt made her heart skip a beat. He leaned his jaw against her temple. His arms wrapped tighter around her. Her fingernails trailed up and down the back of his neck. He closed his eyes, losing himself in her. She could feel his heart pounding against his chest.
"Are you alright?"

She whispered against his ear.
"Yeah."

He whispered back with a nod, never opening his eyes. His rough hand caught hers as it trailed down his chest. He held it close. The soft beating of his heart in her palm made her own heart flutter. He leaned his forehead against hers. She closed her eyes, letting herself melt into him.

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He kissed her nose as he held her close.

"Vegeta!"

She giggled, wrinkling her nose.
"What?"

He almost groaned against her skin.

"I can't kiss you now?"
"Not in front of your mother and father!"

She said sternly.
"I would kiss you in front of the entire universe if that would make you wrinkle your nose like that again."

He winked down at her.
She smiled up at him. He pulled her closer, pressing his forehead to hers.

"I have a question."

She asked, closing her eyes.
"What's that?"

He rubbed his nose against hers.
"Do you think we will be together in twenty years?"

She almost sounded sad.
"Hey."

He tilted her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"There is nowhere else in the universe we belong than at each other’s side."

He kissed her lips softly.

"Besides,"

Vegeta pulled her even closer than before, pulling her body against his.

"I'm afraid you're stuck with me now! You're doomed to be my princess and live out the rest of your days, with me, in the palace, getting breakfast in bed, bearing my children, and having my life revolve around you."

His sarcasm was thick enough to slice with a knife.
"That sounds terrible!"

She joked.
"Doesn't it?"

He laughed, kissing her again.

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"Ana?"

Vegeta whispered.
"Yes, Vegeta?"

Her lips trembled being this close to his.
"I'm sorry."

He managed between clenched teeth.
"For what?"

She leaned back to look at him.
He pulled her forehead back against his.

"I broke so many promises. We had planned a life and..."

He sighed.

"Never mind."
She smiled.

"I have you back in my life now, Vegeta. That's all I've ever wanted."
His nose brushed against hers. His body trembled. The scent of alcohol swirled around them. The icy walls Vegeta had built around his heart melted as he held her.

"Do you remember that night, with the fireworks, after we had spent the entire day with your friends, the ones that treated me so strangely?"
She nodded and giggled as she recalled the day.

"Braigan kept offering you his candy and Salina wouldn't stop gushing over how handsom you were."
"Are."

He smirked, correcting her.
She shook her head.

"What about it, Vegeta?"
"Do you remember that night, under the fireworks, at the palace with my mother and father?"

He pulled away from her to look into her eyes.
"Of course."

She searched his face, a bit confused.
"Do you remember what I told you?"

He squinted at her.
Giana smiled a bright smile up at him.

"Of course I do."

She pulled him back to her to rest her forehead back to his.

"I remember everything you've ever told me, Vegeta. Good and bad."
He let his eyes search her face. She smiled at him. A soft breeze whipped around them. Her gentle curls tickled his hand at her back. He rubbed his nose against hers. The heat of her breath shook him to the core. He licked his lips. He leaned in to her slowly. Her head spun as his lips inched closer to hers. Her fingers tightened around the fabric of his shirt. She gently tugged him to her. His warm breath swirled against his lips. His mouth trembled. His hands shook. He leaned in closer as his body reeled for her touch.
"Ana!"
They both jumped backwards. She never let go of Vegeta's shirt as she looked over her shoulder a bit embarrassed and even more disappointed.

"Yamcha?"
"I need to talk to you. Please?"

He begged, his dark eyes quickly shifting toward Vegeta and back to her.
"I'm busy, Yamcha!"

She looked up at Vegeta as he put his hands on his hips.
"It's fine. I need another drink anyway."

Vegeta pulled her hand away from his chest and took a few steps back.
"No! Vegeta, wait!"

She grabbed his bicep.
"Really..."

He assured her, not wanting to admit his own disappointment.

"It's alright."

He spun around and disappeared into the crowd.
She glared back at Yamcha.

"What do you want?"
"Can we please talk?"

He begged again.
She looked back in the direction Vegeta had gone.

"I guess so."

She sighed.
Yamcha grabbed her hand and pulled her from the dance floor. She followed him away from the crowd and into a grassy clearing near the bar.

"I can't keep on this way, Ana."

Tears instantly swelled in his eyes.
"Yamcha. Please don't do this..."

She sighed.
"I love you! Don't you see that?"

He cupped her face, forcing her to look at him.

"I love you so fucking much and without you, I'm nothing."

A tear ran down his face.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Ana! I want to wake up to you every morning and fall asleep with you in my arms every night. I want nothing more in this world than you..."

He took a deep breath.

"I want you."
"Did you want me when you were fucking her?"

She squinted at him.

He let his eyes search hers. His heart shattered at the bitterness behind her comment.

"Remember something, Yamcha."

She pushed him away.

"You did this to us."

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Vegeta took his drink from the bartender before leaning his elbows against the bar, watching the crowd.
"What happened? Weren't you dancing with A?"

Goku scooted down toward him.

"She let you talk your way out of it, didn't she?"
"Kakarot. Not now."

He growled.
"Are you ok, Vegeta? You don't look so good."

Goku ignored him.
"Leave it alone!"

He grunted.
"What is she doing?"

Piccolo squinted at Giana and Yamcha in the distance.

"Please tell me they aren't getting back together."

He sighed.
Vegeta watched the pair. They weren't getting back together...

Were they?

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"I'm so sorry, Baby."

He reached for her.

"I'm so sorry."

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in to hug her.
Her heart ached. Tears rolled down her face. Letting him hold her made her stomach churn.

"I love you, Yamcha. I do. I would have said 'yes'."
His body shook as he cried against her.

"It's not too late. Is it?"
She squeezed him tight before leaning back to look into his eyes.

"I don't know right now."

She managed through her own tears.

"Can we just try to be friends?"

Yamcha's sad eyes searched her face.

"I'd rather have you in my life as a good friend than not at all, Yamcha."
"Ok."

He whispered.

"I can try that."
She hugged him tight.

"I do care about you, Yamcha."

She sniffed.

"It hurts to see you hurting."
"And it's all my fault."

He squeezed her tighter before pulling her back to look at her. His shoulders fell.

"I'm so stupid."

He kissed her forehead gently.

"I'll never forgive myself for this."
"You will."

She tucked his long dark hair behind his ear.

"You will find someone perfect for you."

She smiled a sweet smile before leaning forward and planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

"I'll always be here for you, alright?"
"You too."

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Vegeta could feel the ice quickly hardening around his pounding heart as he watched her kiss the Z fighter. His stomach turned.

"After the moment we shared?"

He thought.

"I almost told her..."

He chugged his drink and threw his glass across the patio, shattering it against the side of the house.
"Vegeta!"

Piccolo grunted.
"Can it!"

Vegeta shoved himself from the bar and stormed away.
Goku watched his friend as he shoved his way through the crowd and into the house.

"What just happened?"
"Who knows? He seems like typical Vegeta to me!"

Krillin shrugged, sipping on his beer.
"Hey guys."

Giana and Yamcha came around from the side of the bar.

Giana's cheeks and nose were red. Piccolo squinted at her.
"Are you ok?"

He asked, wrapping his arm around her waist.
"I'm fine."

She nodded, glancing at Yamcha.

She looked around the patio.

"Where is Vegeta?"
Yamcha looked down at his shuffling feet. Just the mention of the Saiyan prince made his stomach turn. He loathed him.
"He went inside."

Goku gave her a worried look.

"Maybe he was feeling sick?"
"I'll be back."

She softly touched Piccolo's arm.
"Go find him."

He instructed, pushing her toward the house, playfully.
She smiled back at him before jogging toward the back door. She hopped up the stairs and quietly made her way down to his room. She gently tapped on his door.

"Vegeta?"
"Go away."

He growled from behind the closed door.

She pushed the door open. Vegeta pulled off his button up shirt and tossed it to the floor. He slung his shoes across the room.

"I said, go the fuck away!"

He shouted.
"What is the matter with you, Vegeta?"

She asked, startled.
"Nothing!"

He shouted again.

"Not a damn thing!"
"Vegeta! Calm down!"

She let herself into his bedroom, closing the door behind her. She softly touched his arm as he threw his socks across the room.

"What happened?"
"I saw you, Ana! I saw you hanging all over him!"

He tugged off his belt.
"Excuse me?"

She glared at him.

"Hanging all over who?"
"Over him! That disgusting little worm the others call, ‘Yamcha’!"

He shook as he spoke.

"I saw you hugging and kissing him! If you wanted him back, filling me in would have been respectful enough! Don't you think?"
"Want him back? Vegeta, I don't want him back!"

She shouted at him.

"Besides, when did my personal life become any of your business?"
He glared at her as her words cut through him.

"You know what?"

He muttered, trying to keep his calm.

"You're right. It's none of my fucking business is it?"
"Vegeta, I didn't mean it like that..."

Her shoulders fell.
"Why should I care who you fuck?"

He growled.

"It's not like we are together anymore, right?"
Giana sighed. Her heart shattered. It shattered because... well... he was right.

"I guess."

She shrugged.
"You aren't in love with me and I'm not in love with you, right?"

His black eyes stabbed through her.
"Vegeta..."

She took a few steps toward him.
"Don't."

He backed away from her.

"Go back to the celebration, Ana. I'm done."

He pushed past her, yanking open the door.
"Don't leave me here!"

She shouted.
He froze. His heart pounded. He slowly looked over his shoulder at her. Her green eyes were filled with tears.

"What?"
"Please don't leave me here alone."

She managed, quietly.

"That was the last thing you said to me the night of the ball. The last night we were together."

She held her breath, trying her best to be careful with her words.

"I've never forgiven myself for leaving you there."
His heart soared. Did she really remember everything he had said to her? His chest ached as the image of her kissing Yamcha flashed behind his eyes. His fist slammed into the doorframe of the closet. She jumped backwards, falling on to the bed.

"I hate you."

He growled.

"I hate everything you do to me."
"I'm sorry."

She whispered.
His body longed for her. His lips tingled as he examined hers. She sniffed. Her green eyes were wide as she watched him, terrified of his next move. He could see her shake as he silently let his eyes search her. She was frozen. He sighed as he looked down at his feet. With his back to her, he fought back every emotion that she, and the alcohol, brought to the surface. He braced himself on the cracked, wooden frame as his emotions swept over him like a tidal wave. Giana carefully pushed herself from the bed. She slowly made her way to him. Her warm arms wrapped around his waist. She leaned her forehead against his back.

"I'm sorry."

She muttered.

"I didn't mean it."
"What are you talking about?"

His gruff tone was just above a whisper.
"Yamcha."

She whispered.

"The kiss."

She shook her head.

"I didn't mean it."

He placed his rough hand over hers at his waist. She held him tight. His thumb gently rubbed the top of her hands.
"You're missing your own party."

He managed.
"I know."

She nodded.

"Can I stay here with you for a while?"

Her forehead never left his back.
Vegeta pulled her hands from his waist before turning around to face her. Her nose and cheeks were flushed pink. The music outside slowed. He pushed open the window.

"Dance with me?"

He smiled through his hard expression as he held his hand out to her.
She couldn't help but laugh. For a quick second, she found him. The man she had fallen so in love with so long ago. His eyes sparkled for a short moment in the most familiar way. She took his hand.

"Of course, Prince Vegeta."

She gave him a bow before letting him pull her to him.
He wrapped his muscular arms around her waist. Her fingers gently massaged his biceps. He pressed his forehead to hers. She closed her eyes as she sang along with the song outside. Vegeta couldn't take his dark eyes off of her as they swayed. His heart fluttered as a warm, familiar, wave washed over him. "That's right." He thought. "This is what 'love' feels like." He smirked. "But, I don't love her." He assured himself.

"Or do I?"

He thought out loud.
She leaned back and looked up at him. His cheeks flushed red as his shocked expression was enough for her not to ask.

"Maybe?"

She shrugged with a giggle, pulling him back to her, and resting her cheek against his chest.
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